One gets into a strange psychological, almost hypnotic, state of mind while on the firing line which probably prevents the mind's eye from observing and noticing things in a normal way. — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened. — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Although I had resigned my commission as an officer two years before, I immediately left Switzerland, accompanied by my wife, in order to report… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Human nerves quickly get accustomed to the most unusual conditions and circumstances and I noticed that quite a number of men actually fell asleep… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
The earlier days of the republic went into the acquisition of money and the provision for material things is now finding an outlet in… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
My wife volunteered her services as Red Cross nurse, insisting upon being sent to the front, in order to be as near me as… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
I saw a great many men die afterwards, some suffering horribly, but I do not recall any death that affected me quite so much… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Genius is an overused word. The world has known only about a half dozen geniuses. I got only fairly near. — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
IN trying to recall my impressions during my short war duty as an officer in the Austrian Army, I find that my recollections of… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
We started at once to dig our trenches, half of my platoon stepping forward abreast, the men being placed an arm's length apart. After… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
What impressed me particularly in Vienna was the strict order everywhere. No mob disturbances of any kind, in spite of the greatly increased liberty… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Courage, energy and patience are the virtues which appeal to my heart. — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Signs of fatigue soon manifested themselves more and more strongly, and slowly the men dropped out one by one, from sheer exhaustion. No murmur… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
